#Chapter61
DIANE’S DÉJÀ VU
Diane’s P.O.V.
But I just didn’t get it. I was only waiting at a bus stop to get home last night. I dressed conservatively, I didn’t wear any makeup on my face, and I didn’t look like a prostitute! So, why would they kidnap me? Why me? Should I be thankful that only one man took away my virginity and I wasn’t gang-raped? Hell, no way!
My lips couldn’t stop quivering as I continued to shed painful tears. I was still sobbing my heart out while sinking myself in the shower when my bathroom door opened and Mom strode in.
She quickly approached me to hug my naked body. She was already soaked in the water before she turned off the shower knob. Concern was evident on her face, and I couldn’t help but burst into more tears when she opened her mouth.
